In Andy Warhol’s A, A Novel from 1968, John F. Kennedy dies during church. (Americans heard the word of God and then the news that God did not exist as of 12:30 pm CST.) Warhol made sixteen widowed-Jackie portraits. It’s with the same flat promiscuity that post-Pop artist Rob Pruitt celebrates the five-hundredth anniversary of Ulrich Zwingli’s Reformation in Zurich with “The Church,”“an exhibition cum community space cum church.” Cheeky for the idolator responsible for 2011’s The Andy Monument! While sermons from theological students don’t promise the heavenly high of a cocaine buffetor the melodrama of glossolaliathe exhibition serves as a suitably sacrilegious retrospective: twenty “Suicide Paintings,” seven “People Feeders” (“the miracle of the five loaves and two fish), and the thematically relevant installation The Congregation, 2010. I like to think the seventy-seven chairs wrapped in silver plumber’s tape pay homage to our society’s true believers, tinfoiling their windows against alien attack. Perhaps the Viagra-fountain “holy water” was nixed on account of its inherent Catholicism.